A Confessional
Scene: A variety of friends from certain types of gatherings of the hedonistic kind…
A lady friend, “Whoa, you haven’t been with or even met Nellie? How can that be? You’ve got to meet her! She drives me wild in bed.”
Another lady friend, “I’ve got to introduce you two! She’ll love you… and just wait until you learn her secret.”
A couple of guy friends, who apparently had met Nellie, “Duuuuuuuuuuude.”
And so on. One thing they all had in common? No one would divulge Nellie’s specialty. Was it a special talent? A kink? I didn’t know. Whatever it was, it was the secret sauce to their universal accolades for her, that which they said was unparalleled on Planet Earth.
I just knew I would have to meet Nellie… In fact, I had known it before my friends’ inquiries, as Nellie was legendary enough through the grapevine, never mind the direct, ummmm, referrals from these close friends.
I knew how I had never met her. She was a late arrival to events, whereas I would usually arrive early and start early, then take a leisurely break for the rest of the day or evening, savoring that zen state that you can achieve after a (third or fourth or fifth) warm shower, after a few hours of turning your mind and body inside-out, a complete reset.
There were battles within- times when my late-party zen had to convince my late-party libido to keep that relaxed and chill vibe going, and it was often, if not always, successful. But it seems like it must have been unintentionally successful whenever Nellie and I had been at the same gatherings.
So I paced myself at the next event, changing things up with a short mid-party break, hoping that Nellie would appear soon, at her usual time. I was in a zone where I was ready for another adventure, not “zenned-out”, yet.
I was returning from the bar with a soft drink, heading towards the sofas, when I heard a familiar voice in the passageway behind me.
“Looook who Iiiiiiii found!” It was one of my above lady friends, walking arm-in-arm with the lovely Nellie. She was pretty, diminutive in height, curvy of body, and warm, intelligent, and engaging in conversation.
Fast forward through said conversation, from social through more-intimate tête-à-tête, then through whispers of agreement of where we would head next, together.
Fast forward some more through delightful, plentiful foreplay, where we were both generous and giving, an absolute delight… but where was the Nellie thing? We were having too much fun to dwell on it in my mind, so I wasn’t going to obsess.
Then… penetration occurred. Nellie let loose with the dirtiest talk known to mankind, it was orchestral, an loud emphatic symphony of not moaning, not screaming, not howling, but of words. A freestyle, never-repeating, multi-themed filthy literary opus. Driving me, debasing herself, asking for more, telling me how to use her, to take her… so much more than the usual “harder, harder”. I had experienced lots of dirty talk before, but Nellie was encyclopedic, a one-of-a-kind talent.
The effect it had on me was palpable. I prolonged, enjoyed and delivered to her urgings as long as I could. Nellie’s delightfully dirty filibuster never faltered, never wavered, and it triggered something inside my brainstem that took my erotic enjoyment of the moment to unforeseen levels. We started in missionary, and I kept it there, as nothing in the world would make me interrupt this sexy soliloquy.
When I started to reach my point-of-no-return, Nellie sensed my pace and my own verbal and body language, and she changed theme to a literal Gettysburg Address of Cum, asking for cum, demanding cum, how to cum, where to cum. Again, not your usual, it was a veritable soapbox oration of wonderful filth.
I came so hard and so long, seemingly dozens of strokes until I finally subsided, throughout which her verbiage never faltered. But when I did finish, so did she, and it took quite a while to catch our breath. We spent a long time coming down, and once I took my warm shower, I was definitely in that ultimate zen state- the first one created by the lovely and amazing Nellie.